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... r, yet she treated him—her own husband—like a distant acquaintance. It was obvious just how much she loathed him.
At this thought, an indescribable frustration welled up inside Leona Grant.
He tugged irritably at his tie, a shadow falling over his features. "Why should I care about her? Who does she think she is?"
Vivian Yates glanced at his obviously dark expression, and the coldness in her eyes intensified.
’Even though he still acts like he doesn’t care about A ...
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